This Game Is Too Realistic

About twenty marauders, led by two squad leaders, took advantage of the thick fog in the forest in the early morning, split up into two groups, and surrounded Winter Willow Camp.

Without any warning, gunshots rang through the skies!

As soon as the old guard at the gate of the village was shot dead, five Molotov Cocktails were thrown toward the village and smashed onto the wooden fence and the houses near the gate of the village, officially kicking off the looting as fire lit up the entire village.

Those marauders were wearing coats made from hyena skin on their bodies, accessories made of human bones and tusks around their necks, and holding Ripper rifles with bayonets.

The terrified screams came one after another, and the cruel laughter and gunshots never stopped, turning the place into purgatory on earth.

After the fierce fire engulfed the wall of the village, it continued to spread rapidly from north to south. No one in the village knew exactly how many people were attacking them as their views were completely blocked by the raging fire and thick smoke.

Men and women ran out of the village desperately. In the panic, people fell from time to time and were caught up by the marauders who were chasing them.

Those that were worth being kept as prisoners would be beaten, tied up, and then thrown on the side of the road. Those that were not would be cut in the neck or stabbed in the back and executed on the spot.

At first, some people still tried to resist. They took up shotguns and bows, and fought back bravely; some even had the idea of fighting those marauders to death. They even charged at those marauders with the axes that were used to chop down trees.

Fighting with cold weapons, those survivors were no match for marauders in terms of skills and equipment.

The hunters who picked up the guns and resisted were only able to fire a few shots before being suppressed by the dense bullets flying at them behind the covers, forcing them into a position where they were unable to fight back. In the end, they were either shot dead in the street when they retreated or were chased down and stabbed by countless bayonets.

Actually, the survivors of Winter Willow Camp were not weak.

But unfortunately, they ran into the Bonechewer Clan.

These people were nothing like the marauders they’d encountered before!

They were not only well-equipped, but also well-trained.

They would fire cover shots for their comrades when they advanced, and they knew when to group up and when to split up as they charged.

Even if they had already broken into the stronghold, they did not scatter around, but swept around and eliminated the resistance forces in the village in an organized manner. Only when everything was clear did they split up and surround the fleeing survivors, pushing them to the northwest corner of the village.

There stood a mud wall, and it was the thickest part in the whole village.

The house next to it was far away, and there was no place to step on. The survivors who were driven there were like lambs going to a slaughter, and could only be at those marauders’ mercy.

With a skull the size of a fist hanging from his neck, the man with a protruding jaw, carrying an automatic rifle wrapped in tape, fired two shots into the sky. He then yelled fiercely at the panic-stricken survivors, "Put your hands on the back of your heads and kneel on the ground! If I see any movements, I’ll smash your skulls with the butt of my gun!" ℝ�

His name was Yu, and he was the squad leader under Steel Teeth. He had been instructed to join another squad leader named Iron Knee to lead his troops to the nearby area to search for supplies.

Glancing over the villagers, Yu’s gaze stopped at a few women who were pretty good-looking.

A glint of greed flashed in his eyes, but he calmed down quickly. He cursed and turned to signal his men to search for supplies.

"Hurry up! Take away all the valuables and food, and burn the rest!"

"Don’t fucking dawdle!"

"If you want to have fun, wait until you return to the base. You will have plenty of time when the time comes.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The supplies prepared for the main force were snatched away by a group of unidentified survivors, but their leader did not intend to give up. He decided to loot food, cotton coats, and fuel they needed from nearby survivor settlements.

Before setting off, the staff officer in the navy blue coat especially warned them not to spend too much time attacking one settlement, let alone waste time messing around.

If it weren’t for the prestige of the officer, Yu definitely wouldn’t leave so easily, and he would definitely take his brothers to have fun.

Within the Bonechewer Clan, those who wore navy blue coats were of high rank.

Thanks to them, those marauders were now almost invincible, not only taking out their enemies but sweeping across the entire central region, with few survivor settlements able to stop them.

The culture of marauders was the worship of the strong. Anyone who was able to help them obtain more slaves and treasures would be their alpha wolf!

Even his superior Steel Teeth respected that staff officer, so Yu didn’t want to offend that man in any way, lest his superior use him to set an example.

He knew exactly what the nature of his superior was, be it dealing with the enemy or his own men, he would never be soft-hearted.

More than 20 seriously injured companions found this morning had all been ordered to be killed. Yu still remembered what his superior said when he ordered for them to be disposed of.

"They’re just burdens. They’re not worthy of life!"

The villagers were taken to the well in the center of the village where the Village Square was.

Food, clothing, tools... All the valuable loot found from the house were thrown into the open space to be piled up.

Two marauders stepped forward, pushed those villagers with bayonets under their guns, and divided the villagers into two groups according to how useful they were.

They would kill a group of people who couldn’t move to be used as their meat reserve. THey would then let the remaining people carry their spoils and follow them back to the stronghold.

There, a cruel hell was waiting for them...

Seeing a marauder carrying a bag of shofar potatoes from his own house, an old man kneeling on the ground suddenly crawled forward desperately, hugging the marauder’s calf and begging bitterly, "That’s the last bit of food in our family, please... At least leave us a little."

The marauder was stunned for a moment, not expecting the old man to have the courage to resist. But a moment later, he grinned menacingly and knocked the old man to the ground with the butt of his gun. "Get lost, you old fuck!"

Leave a little?

You better think about how to remain alive first…

With a bang, the old man fell into the snow, blood seeping from his head.

The marauder then grabbed his collar with one hand, dragged him from the middle of the road to one side, and threw his clothes among the loot after stripping them off the old man.

Everyone fell silent.

The ferocity of those marauders made their limbs tremble; no one dared to speak up and resist.

Blood seeped from the entrance of the village all the way to the well in the center of the village, and also to the depths of villagers’ hearts.

These people are devils!

Looking at his grandfather who was lying in the corner motionless, the boy tightly covered the mouth of his little sister who wanted to scream, and glared at the man who killed his grandfather with hatred in his eyes.

Seemingly noticing the boy’s gaze, the marauder glanced at him with interest. As if he had found something interesting, he walked in front of him. "Is that old fuck your father?"

The boy didn’t speak. He simply just glared at the marauder.

The marauder squinted his eyes, and suddenly noticed the girl in his arms, a trace of evil flashed in his eyes.

As if thinking of something fun, he pulled out a rusty dagger from the edge of his boot, threw it in front of the boy, and said in a teasing tone. "I’m giving you a chance. If you win, I’ll let you go. If you lose, she belongs to me."

The neighbor kneeling next to him hurriedly pulled the boy and pleaded. "He’s still a kid… Please spare him."

"Was I speaking to you?" The marauder pulled the bolt impatiently.

However, before he could raise the muzzle of the gun, he felt as if he had been hit by something, and a string of blood mist burst out from his back.

Bang!

The thunder-like gunshot came from afar, echoing in the forest.

The blood burst out of the marauder’s chest and splattered the faces of the surrounding survivors. Panicked, some people got on the ground, some fled into the buildings, and some hid behind cover.

The surrounding marauders didn’t have time to stop them, their faces were also full of panic, and they all looked around and opened fire at the slope outside the village.

However, they chose the wrong direction, and the bullets they fired landed on the snowdrifts about 100 meters away from Night Ten and Gale.

Seeing that no one was watching him, the boy suddenly picked up the rusty dagger on the ground, jumped on top of the marauder, who was shot in the chest like a rabbit, and stabbed him repeatedly in the chest like a madman.

The marauder was still twitching at first, struggling and trying to dodge, until the blood poured out from his nose and mouth, his eyes lost focus, and he completely stopped moving.

Not far away, one marauder noticed what the young boy was doing. He immediately raised his rifle angrily and fired at the young boy.

Amidst the chaos, bullets whooshed through the air and disappeared behind the boy. The boy rolled over to the right side of the corpse, not knowing whether it was alive or dead.

"Fuck it, I can’t take it anymore!"

Everything else in the game was pretty good, but sometimes it was unnecessarily realistic.

Night Ten cursed as he pulled the bolt, aiming at the marauder who was firing at the boy, and pulling the trigger again.

Bang!

This time it was a headshot!

The marauder, whose head was blasted to pieces, fell silently into the snowdrift beside the stone well.

"It’s okay, Ample Time and Quit Smoking have also arrived... So it doesn’t really matter if you launched the attack a second earlier." After taking a deep breath, Gale calmly held the binoculars before his eyes. After searching the village for a while, he quickly focused on the man whose jaw was protruding. "Look at your 2:00, do you see the shack with the red cloth hanging on it? The man next to it has a skull hanging on his chest. He looks like the leader of this group of marauders."

"I saw him."

"Kill him…" Just as he was speaking, Gale suddenly saw the man looking straight at him.

At the moment their gazes met, the man suddenly pounced to the side like a leopard.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out. The bullet hit the snowdrift, kicking up the snow from the ground.

Bewildered, Night Ten, who was pulling the bolt, looked away from the scope. He couldn’t believe that the man managed to dodge his shot.

"What the heck? What happened?"

"We’re on the west side..." Gale looked up at the rising sun in the east, with a solemn expression, "I’m too careless."

The west side was on a high slope, but it was also facing the sun!

Now that the sun had risen and the morning fog had dissipated, most likely, the reflection of the sniper scope exposed their position!

Of course, Gale also had a sneaking suspicion that things weren’t so simple.

The man’s perception and reaction speed were fast enough to shock him.

At this time, Gale suddenly remembered Bear who had been taken out by the administrator with a hammer during the previous decisive battle with Bloodhand Clan.

Is he...

Is he an ability user!?